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Italy fumbled around in the dark for a few minutes until he found the light switch. The room was and old Japanese style room. He was just about to scream when he saw what was on the wall, but he covered his mouth and only managed to make a little squeak. On the wall was a mural of a samurai in full battle armor with his sword, at least he thought it was a sword. It was hard to tell because it was almost completely red, most likely from blood. The most disturbing thing about the image was it look so much like Japan, but it's face...I had this insane look on it. Italy eyes drifted from the samurai to what was under him. There was a man cover in blood and had deep gashes on his back. "He sorta looks like...China!" Italy thought. Finally calmed down, he looked around. In the back of the room to the left, there was door. No lock, so it clearly was open. Curiosity took the best of Italy as he opened the door.
The room looked seemingly normal, until Italy saw it. In a glass case, was the armor of the samurai from the painting. "So was that really Japan!" Italy thought, his heart racing. "I never thought Japan could look so scary!" Italy wanted to be at Germany's now, safe with Doistu. Just when Italy thought things couldn't get any worse, he heard an ear piercing scream, the same one Germany heard. Italy began to cry, he ran out of the basement and curled up somewhere.
While this was happening...
I regret falling asleep...The nightmare took me to a ghost town. It looked familiar...*snap. What was that?! I turned around to find the figure standing there. It pulled out it's gun and aimed. I took of running. I heard a gun shot then saw blood on my shoulder. It shot me! I kept running. I turned into an old run down house. Then, I tripped over..Nothing?! Nothing was there. The figure entered the house, walking slowly toward me. As it came closer, I could see who it was. "Do you remember me?" he asked. I slowly nodded my head. I remember him very well. "Good to know you haven't forgot about me," he said with a creepy smile. "Wh-what do you want," I barely managed to spit out. He smiled, "What do you think?" I thought, then I remembered what he wanted the last time I saw him. "You want..me," I whispered. He smiled again, "Good boy. Now let's make this easy." As he said this he pulled the trigger on his gun. I was just killed...be my former self...
I awoke with a scream. Looking around in a panic I realized that it was a nightmare, but still..all to real. I rubbed my head, "I'm covered in sweat," I thought. "I hope that I didn't scare Italy." I sat there for a second, then got up to go find the Italian, who I was convinced was scared have to death from my scream.